Living Tiny Nightmares.

So when you wake up with a start because of a nightmare involving dogs sniffing and licking your legs all over (well it was a little worst but we shall not describe that here) you obviously don’t think that the rest of the day will be equally nightmarish.
Relax. It wasn’t.
But then again who said things are bad only if they are nightmarish? (I am not making sense, but just bloody understand..things go wrong!). The funny thing about certain days is that you have the signs of blunder all over, yet you fail…F-A-I-L to acknowledge them, or actually even notice them..our mind’s are too tied up (with hay) to actually consider the signs things around us are giving out, they might be silent muted signs, or relevant..poignant signs…But we..WE are obviously half asleep to notice the way things work..time, weather, pace..state of affairs..unrelated things.
Anyways..So while brushing my teeth I wondered how I could ever have such dreams..could be an overdose of ‘Heroes’ or the fact that my roomie switches of our side of the fan and how I start feeling suffocated and hot only during mornings, since my bed is on the side wall, away from the fan.
I see the time..its 10.41 am and the scheduled time for class is 11.30 am. Walking to the campus takes about 10 minutes, 15-20 if it rains. So according to the special time management mathematical skills ingrained in my brain thanks to my super punctual we-should-reach-before-time family, I figured that 11.15 would be the ideal time to leave. In the bathroom I dropped some of my clothes in a bucket full of water (i shall not describe once again, just assume/figure out)..Yes you must be thinking "Big Deal" and I shall simply not explain and continue with the story.
Stepping out of the room, I encountered my favourite maid, who knocked wanting to clean the room(for once on her own, without me running around the hostel for her). But alas, the rest of the souls in my room were fast asleep and I had to rush, so now the room is not nice,dirty, not clean, and hence not nice again. Realizing that the rain gods (or are they devils?) seemed to be on their ‘taking care of the gardens of Lavale with endless supply of water’ spree..I rushed back again to pick my umbrella…running quickly to be on time for a guest lecture, only to realize that the rain gods wanted to flood the gardens and all the flowers, plants trees and animals instead of merely watering it. Jumped into a puddle, only to see more on the way..with my formal uniform getting damp, dirty and not so nice again..I somehow avoided the narrow stream of water flowing downhill.
"I think class is at 12" said she, walking along with me
"WHAT?" I shrieked. Great. I thought to myself.
It turned out (hang on there’s more)..that the guest lecturer got stuck due to the rain too, so we ended up waiting for class to start till about 1.30 pm..hanging out in the front lobby. He was nice enough to come and grant us time to eat. (He was nice otherwise too, and I’m certainly not referring to what he was teaching)
I shall not regard the unavailability of sabudana khichdi or coconut chutney in the canteen as a blunder, cause that’s routine. The rest of the day was pretty average. I was staring at the guy who came to lecture us (so were the other girls, but I shall not describe that once again cause we were not staring at his face all the time..which was quite nice, the deprived lot that we are..we’ll stare at anything half nice). Walking back, we witnessed (jeez I sound like a tourist) a party and too many cars…the music is probably still blaring outside our rooms..ofcourse a party not for us. Being a mess food victim my plan was to boil eggs for dinner, a meal that should defeat maggi any given day. So after having a bit of a disaster with the boiling process (cause I began cutting my nails) I somehow managed to peel the hot eggs, only to drop one of them on my chair. After that I decided not to use the immersion rod to heat water on my own..and waited for my roomie to arrive, and even while the first bucket of water was getting heated, I could see smoke coming out of the rod.
We managed to control the situation and heat the water though…..ast he smoke was sighted on time.
So the lesson for the day ladies and gentlemen is..sight the smoke.
Bahh. its 2.19 am and I have a long day tomorrow. I only hope that my Italian food craving is satisfied…Pray for me.


3 thoughts on “Living Tiny Nightmares.

  1. oo madam… would a bowl of pasta do for now??? :Pdogs licking ur feet?? u sure they weren\’t sniffer dogs sniffing up ur DEAD body??? sorry can\’t help it, watching too much of FRINGE i guess 😛

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